Casa Di Lupi [FRERARD AF]

Meeting Up Again With The DalPal

Frank and Gerard walked together, still getting used to the feeling of holding hands while Brendon bounced ahead, dragging a tired Ryan after him.

 "Is this the place?" Brendon asked, nodding to the little cafe up ahead. Gerard nodded.

Gerard headed inside with the rest, but Frank pulled him back quickly. "Promise you're mine?" He asked, brow furrowing in worry. Gerard shushed him with a quick peck on the lips.

"Always. The only hope for me is you." Gerard replied. Frank smiled a little, and grabbed Gerard's hand and playfully pulled him along.

The fresh smell of coffee hit their noses immediately, and flowed into them. Gerard started bouncing slightly. "C'mon Frankie, I need coffee!"

Dallon was busy cleaning cups from behind the counter, but turned around when he heard the jingle of the door. He smiled when he saw Frank and Gee, and put down the cup. "Hey guys, what can I get for ya?" He asked. If there was one thing Dallon always did, it was put business before exchanging pleasantries.

Gerard leaned against the counter, completely relaxed from the intoxicating smell. "Two black coffees I think," he said, looking at Frank, who nodded in response. Dallon set of to work, and returned shortly with their coffee.

"So how are you? And, uh..." He dropped his voice softly, "Who are the people with you? I don't remember them."

Frank smiled. "They weren't here the last time. That's Ryan, Brendon, Patrick, and Pete." He pointed to all of them in turn. Dallon nodded, turning the names on his tongue silently.

"So what's up gays?... sorry, I meant guys..."

Frank cringed at the joke, and forced a smile.

"We were actually wondering if you wanted to hang out today. We got the day off."

"Well", Dallon said, checking the time, "I actually get off of work in about ten minutes if you don't mind waiting. I could take you to my boat." He winked.

"You have a boat?!" Gerard's jaw dropped in shock again. "Hell yeah!" He laughed.

Frank nodded. "That sounds rad."

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*Sort of Dallon's POV cause I LOVE ME SOME DALLON*

Ten minutes later, Dallon called his guy and had him bring around the car, which was a sleek black Mercedes. He ignored the group's shocked looks and smirked to himself. "Hop in."

Once everyone was in, he revved the engine, and the car jerked to life. He leaned back. "It's about a five minute drive guys."

Gerard took the opportunity to lean into Frank, smiling as he felt Frank's rigid muscles relax.  Frank ran his head through Gerard's long black hair, relaxed. He looked out the window, enjoying the quaint streets and lively look of the city. Then he was greeted by bright blue water and blinding sunlight.

He poked Gee, who, despite the coffee, was still sleepy. Gerard raised his head, blinking sleep from his eyes. Frank pointed out the window, and Gerard perked up. "It's so pretty", he murmured. "I wish I could draw it." Frank kissed his head. "We'll be back, and then you can." He replied.

Dallon pulled into a private parking lot, and tossed someone the keys.

"C'mon guys." He walked onto the biggest boat there. Of course.

Frank started to look slightly concerned, and hugged Gerard a little harder.

Gerard looked confused. "Frankie, are you okay?"

Frank started gasping for air a little. "Scared of water... its okay. I'll be fine." He promised. Gerard hugged him.

Dallon grinned. Everything was perfect. He jumped up onto the hull and swept his hand across the boat. "All aboard!"

"Holy Fucking Shit", Gerard said, gasping. This place looks so fucking expensive.

The deck of the yacht had a hot tub that was probably at the least 6 yards wide near a small bar. Soon they were led by Dallon into another room, which held 3 long recliner couches in front of a T.V. that was much too large for someone who worked at a coffee shop, this whole thing seemed very suspicious.

He glanced over at Dallon who was cheerfully talking about the different features of his yacht to an awestruck looking Ryan.

"Hey Dallon not to seem rude, but how do you earn all this money when you work at a coffee shop?" Gerard nervously asked.

"Oh, it's not important." Dallon casually replied.

Throughout the room loud gasps could be heard and the atmosphere seemed much less welcoming and warm, but instead very cold. Gerard glanced to his side where Frank was seemingly paralyzed with a fearful look on his face.

"Guys calm down. I'm most likely not going to kill you, no need to be worried." Dallon said in the same casual, but cheerful tone.

"Any of you want drinks.", Dallon said as if nothing had happened.

"Hell yeah." Brendon exclaimed, probably in need of something to calm his nerves. Brendon tugged at Ryan's arm dragging him out of room too, leaving Gerard and Frank alone with Dallon.

"You guys seem upset, are you okay?" Dallon questioned.

"Um... yeah", Gerard muttered. Frank jumped in, "Dallon... please tell me that this isn't what it looks like..."

Dallon shrugged and smiled. "I don't know guys, what does it look like?"he asked, before he turned around and walked off, leaving Gerard and Frank glancing at each other with concern.

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OKAY YEAH SO IM A PIECE OF SHIT SO WHAT

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okay but yeah if this seems like idk what im doing its because youre right idk what im doing but i hope you kinda (?) enjoy this i hate myself pls and thank

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